Night of Drinking-- Kinda like Night of the Living Dead but with alcohol instead of zombies
Ok, I know I don't post a lot but I promised Lutter I would post what happened tonight. We both agree it was pretty fucked up. It was sooo fucked up I am GLAD that lutter was there.
I didn't have any plans for tonight until my friend, we will call her Ezra, called. She wanted to go out and get drunk at Friendly Confines. I said sure, I wasn't up to anything. So the night began. her boyfriend was supposed to join us but she said he went over to another friend's place to work on some stuff.
I went to her place because I needed to drop off a computer I borrowed. I needed one with a floppy disk drive. My new one doesn't have one. Anyway we headed off to dinner and drinking at friendly confines. Now, I like to drink but I have to be in the mood for it. At the restaurant I wasn't. We ate our dinners and she said it would be better if we went back to my place to drink because it would be a lot cheaper. Since I am a little low on cash these days, I agreed.
She wanted to do some shots. I knew we had beer at my place but not sure what else. So we went to buy some more alcohol. She ended up getting vanilla flavored vodka. I hate vodka. Ever since prom I have hated it. Try tasting it and smelling it all day for a week. It sucks.
We got back to my place and started watching My Name is Earl on the tivo. I love that show. I went to look for shot glasses when Lutter came home. He sat down with us and watched the episode, evening doing some shots. After one shot I was already sick of vodka. I went onto my Miller Light. She continued as well as Lutter. She wants me to take some more shots. But I reuse. Just not in the mood.
After a little bit, about 20 minutes or so. She grew bored. I told her of times when I was drunk I always went down to the pool. Big mistake. We were soon on our way to the pool. Lutter went in his bathing suit, Emily her clothes, myself my boxer briefs. They are very comfortable.
The drinks came with us. She kept trying to get me to drink more than my one beer. But I'm not in the mood.
At first it was all fun. Talking about old times. Old relationships. High school. Sex. Europe. Back home. Fun stuff. Making fun of friends who weren't with us. Just friends talking.
Then the drinks started to hit her. She isn't a big drinker. Only drank a handful of times in her life.
Out of know where she starts going on how her boyfriend of 5 1/2 years is never going to marry her. Me and lutter try to keep it light and positive. Joking. Saying he will when it is right. Stuff like that. We get my last relationship a little. Apparently she isn't too fond of my ex. But it seems nobody is, so it's not a huge suprise to me.
Soon she is hanging on me. I am not a physical person. I DO NOT LIKE TO BE TOUCHED. I NEED MY PERSONAL SPACE.
She starts going on about how nobody loves her. I keep telling her boyfriend does. SHe tries bringing me into it. Saying I don't like her and she doesn't know why I hang out with her.
We share a common hobby -- creative writing. That is why I really hang out with her. It's nice to talk with someone about it.
Before I know it, she starts asking me if I find her attractive. You see where this is going. She attempts to kiss me quite a few times. But seeing how Superman raised me, I will not do such a thing. Lutter is here the whole time.
She askes me about every minute if I am drunk. I tell her no or try to change the subject or end the one we are on.
She is asking me what I would do to her, sexually. I keep telling her, that I wouldn't do anything. She is my friend. This is a platonic relationship. I think of her like I think of my sister. She has her legs wrapped around me in the pool and rubbing against me. Trying to kiss me and asking me to fuck her. I was a bit uncomfortable. She's telling me that I don't need girls like my ex. I should be with someone like her.
I tell her she has a boyfriend. She doesn't care. I tell her I am not looking for a serious relationship. I just got out of one. She tells me that is stupid. This kind of goes in a circle for awhile. Maybe an hour, tops. Just asking me to fuck her, telling me she wants me to fuck her, her boyriend isn't going to marry her, nobody loves her, we could have a great relationship. This just continues on and on. Lutter and I try to get out of the pool. Oh and during this, she starts puking.
I know what you're thinking. This isn't that fucked up. It's not over yet, so sit down and shut up.
Well, after awhile of this madness, lutter and I get out and are able to get her out. She can't walk. We wrap her in the towel, pick up her stuff and begin the trek back to our house, about half a block down.
She is stumbling all over the place. I've seen drunks before. I myself have been drunk many a time. But she was truly more fucked than I think I have ever seen. If you don't believe me ask Lutter. He was there the whole time.
We can't get her back to our place. It's gonna take us all night. Now it is about 11:30.
She couldn't even last till midnight. Well then we got lucky.
A couple of young guys living by the pool were leaving. They were also throwing out a leather chair. On wheels! They let us take it. We sit her down then speed off home. We get her back. Lutter gets a new chair. Fun for all! Not quite.
She doesn't have her cell phone on her. I don't know her boyfriend's number. She lives with him.
We put her in the bathroom. I try to look for her house number. She's asking for clothes. I run upstairs and get her some of my workout shorts and an old wrestling t-shirt. We give them to her. She clothes the door to put on the shorts. After a couple of seconds, we hear a crash. The door swings open! She has fallen against the door. with her pants off, trying to put on my shorts. She attempts to get up. Of course she falls hitting her head on the toilet. Pants still around the ankles.
Not a pretty sight. We saw it all. Not a pretty sight. Our eyes burned with the force of a thousand suns. Not a pretty sight.
Not at all.
We get her to stand up and we pull the shorts up across her waist. We decide to put her in the living room so she doesn't fall into the toilet again. Not a great choice.
She falls into the mini fridge. Then bounces off of that and into the GLASS sliding door for outback. She hits off of that into a small table with a lamp, R2D2 phone and big speaker on it. Knocking everything onto the floor. Then she falls onto the couch. She starts to sleep. Or pass out. Whatever. She's done.
I end up getting in touch with her boyfriend. Who tells me he knew nothing about tonight! She never asked him to go out drinking with us. He will come over and pick her up. A few minutes later he arrives and we manage to put her into the car. They drive off.
Lutter and I just look at each other. Eat some oreos. And say never again.
I'm writing this to one person really. DAN. I didn't want to leave any of the details. If you don't believe this, ask Lutter. He was there from the time the drinking started till the end. If you want clarification on anything, just ask. I'm sure I am forgetting some of the details. Well, off to bed.
I didn't have any plans for tonight until my friend, we will call her Ezra, called. She wanted to go out and get drunk at Friendly Confines. I said sure, I wasn't up to anything. So the night began. her boyfriend was supposed to join us but she said he went over to another friend's place to work on some stuff.
I went to her place because I needed to drop off a computer I borrowed. I needed one with a floppy disk drive. My new one doesn't have one. Anyway we headed off to dinner and drinking at friendly confines. Now, I like to drink but I have to be in the mood for it. At the restaurant I wasn't. We ate our dinners and she said it would be better if we went back to my place to drink because it would be a lot cheaper. Since I am a little low on cash these days, I agreed.
She wanted to do some shots. I knew we had beer at my place but not sure what else. So we went to buy some more alcohol. She ended up getting vanilla flavored vodka. I hate vodka. Ever since prom I have hated it. Try tasting it and smelling it all day for a week. It sucks.
We got back to my place and started watching My Name is Earl on the tivo. I love that show. I went to look for shot glasses when Lutter came home. He sat down with us and watched the episode, evening doing some shots. After one shot I was already sick of vodka. I went onto my Miller Light. She continued as well as Lutter. She wants me to take some more shots. But I reuse. Just not in the mood.
After a little bit, about 20 minutes or so. She grew bored. I told her of times when I was drunk I always went down to the pool. Big mistake. We were soon on our way to the pool. Lutter went in his bathing suit, Emily her clothes, myself my boxer briefs. They are very comfortable.
The drinks came with us. She kept trying to get me to drink more than my one beer. But I'm not in the mood.
At first it was all fun. Talking about old times. Old relationships. High school. Sex. Europe. Back home. Fun stuff. Making fun of friends who weren't with us. Just friends talking.
Then the drinks started to hit her. She isn't a big drinker. Only drank a handful of times in her life.
Out of know where she starts going on how her boyfriend of 5 1/2 years is never going to marry her. Me and lutter try to keep it light and positive. Joking. Saying he will when it is right. Stuff like that. We get my last relationship a little. Apparently she isn't too fond of my ex. But it seems nobody is, so it's not a huge suprise to me.
Soon she is hanging on me. I am not a physical person. I DO NOT LIKE TO BE TOUCHED. I NEED MY PERSONAL SPACE.
She starts going on about how nobody loves her. I keep telling her boyfriend does. SHe tries bringing me into it. Saying I don't like her and she doesn't know why I hang out with her.
We share a common hobby -- creative writing. That is why I really hang out with her. It's nice to talk with someone about it.
Before I know it, she starts asking me if I find her attractive. You see where this is going. She attempts to kiss me quite a few times. But seeing how Superman raised me, I will not do such a thing. Lutter is here the whole time.
She askes me about every minute if I am drunk. I tell her no or try to change the subject or end the one we are on.
She is asking me what I would do to her, sexually. I keep telling her, that I wouldn't do anything. She is my friend. This is a platonic relationship. I think of her like I think of my sister. She has her legs wrapped around me in the pool and rubbing against me. Trying to kiss me and asking me to fuck her. I was a bit uncomfortable. She's telling me that I don't need girls like my ex. I should be with someone like her.
I tell her she has a boyfriend. She doesn't care. I tell her I am not looking for a serious relationship. I just got out of one. She tells me that is stupid. This kind of goes in a circle for awhile. Maybe an hour, tops. Just asking me to fuck her, telling me she wants me to fuck her, her boyriend isn't going to marry her, nobody loves her, we could have a great relationship. This just continues on and on. Lutter and I try to get out of the pool. Oh and during this, she starts puking.
I know what you're thinking. This isn't that fucked up. It's not over yet, so sit down and shut up.
Well, after awhile of this madness, lutter and I get out and are able to get her out. She can't walk. We wrap her in the towel, pick up her stuff and begin the trek back to our house, about half a block down.
She is stumbling all over the place. I've seen drunks before. I myself have been drunk many a time. But she was truly more fucked than I think I have ever seen. If you don't believe me ask Lutter. He was there the whole time.
We can't get her back to our place. It's gonna take us all night. Now it is about 11:30.
She couldn't even last till midnight. Well then we got lucky.
A couple of young guys living by the pool were leaving. They were also throwing out a leather chair. On wheels! They let us take it. We sit her down then speed off home. We get her back. Lutter gets a new chair. Fun for all! Not quite.
She doesn't have her cell phone on her. I don't know her boyfriend's number. She lives with him.
We put her in the bathroom. I try to look for her house number. She's asking for clothes. I run upstairs and get her some of my workout shorts and an old wrestling t-shirt. We give them to her. She clothes the door to put on the shorts. After a couple of seconds, we hear a crash. The door swings open! She has fallen against the door. with her pants off, trying to put on my shorts. She attempts to get up. Of course she falls hitting her head on the toilet. Pants still around the ankles.
Not a pretty sight. We saw it all. Not a pretty sight. Our eyes burned with the force of a thousand suns. Not a pretty sight.
Not at all.
We get her to stand up and we pull the shorts up across her waist. We decide to put her in the living room so she doesn't fall into the toilet again. Not a great choice.
She falls into the mini fridge. Then bounces off of that and into the GLASS sliding door for outback. She hits off of that into a small table with a lamp, R2D2 phone and big speaker on it. Knocking everything onto the floor. Then she falls onto the couch. She starts to sleep. Or pass out. Whatever. She's done.
I end up getting in touch with her boyfriend. Who tells me he knew nothing about tonight! She never asked him to go out drinking with us. He will come over and pick her up. A few minutes later he arrives and we manage to put her into the car. They drive off.
Lutter and I just look at each other. Eat some oreos. And say never again.
I'm writing this to one person really. DAN. I didn't want to leave any of the details. If you don't believe this, ask Lutter. He was there from the time the drinking started till the end. If you want clarification on anything, just ask. I'm sure I am forgetting some of the details. Well, off to bed.